With fingers interlocked
as tightly as possible,
I detached myself from You
wary of the storms ahead.
My hands rested stiffly,
incapable of opening, until
Your voice whispered again
in my ear and I finally listened.
I will no longer wait for
Your love to pour over me.
No, I will take Your hand
and follow you willingly.
"Dance in the rain with Me,"
You said, and I gladly obliged.
I knew you would move with me
Even in the heaviest of downpours.